Marvel: Fusion

Three Hundred and Nine. Sharp Contradictions

It didn't take long, not even eight hours, for Jude to incorporate all the useful knowledge in the library into his brain.

The next thing he has to do is to master it, and then find the key points to create props that can change the rules.

Dum's mother named Teresa invited Jude to join him after get off work, and the two returned to Teresa's house.

They didn't take a vehicle. According to Teresa, in hell, taxis are very expensive, and ordinary undead can't afford them at all, so save as much as you can.

Teresa's house is located on the edge of the city. Although the location is not good, the area is not small.

The interior is decorated like a gypsy family, with a particularly obvious style, and there is an accordion hanging on the wall.

"Jude, what would you like to drink? Tea? Coffee? Coke?"

"I don't need any of these, let's go to a bar, there is no wine, life is no fun, and hell's wine, I really want to taste it."

Teresa pointed to the refrigerator: "The wine is in the refrigerator, take whatever you want."

Opening the door, he took out a bottle of bottled wine in the shape of a kid, and Jude swallowed half of the bottle in one breath.

The entrance is like drinking magma, but when it enters the throat, it produces a cool and refreshing feeling, which is very suitable for the hot and dry environment of hell, and it really has a special taste.

Jude took a brief look at the decoration in the room, and found that there was an alchemy experiment table in the corner, which he had only seen at Gu Yi's place.

"Hi... Can't tell, you're still a magician?"

Teresa hung her coat on the hanger, changed into an apron, and said as she walked towards the kitchen, "I'm not a magician. To be precise, I used to be a wizard."

"The reason why I came to hell is also because I wanted to take a shortcut in the process of practicing witchcraft, so I summoned Mephisto, but you also saw it."

"After I came to hell and saw the cruelty here, I thought that with my witchcraft, I could live well, and even become stronger, so that I could return to Earth in the future."

"But it turned out that I was wrong. It was just a small mistake. I was caught by the manager and forcibly took away my ability."

"Since then, I have been completely reduced to an ordinary woman. I can only find a job in the library to barely survive. I have been working for decades. My biggest wish is to hear the news of Doom from the mouths of the dead on Earth."

"Dom is my only hope to persevere in hell. I thought he died in the war half a year ago. Knowing that he is fine, I am relieved."

Soon, a large table of food was served, some of which were quite unique.

Such as braised brains, steamed ghost claws, stewed tails, etc.

"These are special delicacies, try them, they taste very good, if you are not used to them, eat those earth dishes." Teresa recommended.

Fortunately, Jude's taste is strong enough and his curiosity is strong. Instead of being afraid, he ate it with great interest. It tasted really good.

The two chatted while eating, "According to what you said just now, after those dead spirits become stronger through learning, their abilities will be taken away by the higher-ups, which is equivalent to making wedding dresses for others."

"That's right, only an extremely tiny part of the undead can eventually evolve into demons,

Most of them will eventually become the nourishment of hell. "

Jude was a little puzzled: "Do other undead know about this?"

Teresa nodded: "Everyone knows, it's almost semi-public."

"Hi...then why are there still people who are willing to learn and become stronger, just to pursue that tiny chance?"

"It can be said that, but it is only a small part. The vast majority of people just want to live."

"Hi... Alive? It always feels awkward to say this word from a dead mouth."

Teresa also felt a little funny: "That's right, but because of the reason, hell is just another world, and death is not the end."

"Here, you still have to be busy in order to live, and the living environment is more harsh. You must create enough value to be worthy of living."

"There is no public assistance here. Those who refuse to work hard will be swallowed by blood beasts and become the fertilizer of hell."

"You mentioned blood beasts several times, what exactly are blood beasts?"

There was a look of horror on Teresa's face: "That is a giant beast that devours the undead, and it will appear in various places in hell immediately."

"Blood beasts can recognize the contributions of undead. If they don't make any contributions to hell, or their contributions don't meet the standard, they will be eaten."

"Like those undead who are unwilling to work hard, they naturally have no money to rent a house or eat. They can only sleep on the street in the middle of the night, and they may become food in the mouth of blood beasts in their sleep."

Jude chewed on the steamed ghost claws, and said vaguely: "That's equivalent to an elimination mechanism, it's just a visualization."

Teresa nodded: "It can be understood in this way, so many people can only be forced to work hard in order not to become prey to blood beasts."

"In this hell, the devil is the manager, in charge of various authorities. They don't have to work hard, they just need to squeeze the undead."

"So all departments are highly corrupt. Without money, you can't do anything. Even the police are not obliged to provide free help. Everything needs to be exchanged, and it is an extremely unequal exchange."

"Pooh!"

Jude spat out the ghost claws in his mouth: "This system sounds familiar, isn't it a society where capitalism has developed to an extreme?"

"Although the undead are not slaves, they can do no less than slaves. It's just a nice name."

"It's not bad for you to understand this way, and sometimes it's even worse than a slave."

At this time, the news began to be broadcast on TV.

On the screen, an old man with a pierced head fell to the ground, a three-headed dog was gnawing on his abdomen, and a demon policeman stood beside him, and the policeman held a bag of bread in his hand.

The devil female reporter stood in front of the camera and uttered nonsense: "Dead spirits that cannot create value should take the initiative to let blood beasts eat them. This is your final value."

"It's not like him, who chooses to steal because he has no money to buy food. This is an extremely shameful behavior."

"The police's law enforcement is very fair. Those who commit such a shameful act should be shot dead on the spot."

Jude pointed to the TV screen: "Stealing a bag of bread is punishable by death. The punishment here is severe enough."

Teresa sighed: "That's not the case. The reason why the old man was killed was because he was too old and could no longer create value."

"Stealing a bag of bread, according to the law, you only need to pay a fine of 200 soul shards. If you don't have enough soul shards, you will be sent to a factory for forced labor."

"But this old man is too old, obviously not qualified for factory work, so it is useless to live, so he was shot dead on the spot."

"This... makes people a little angry!"

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